Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.